Queen

The question arose from the sky full of silver cloud
She was alone in the room where silence defeated her internal sound

Her hairs were messy and clothes were torn out
Lips were pale and blood gushed in her mouth
Her eyes had a lot to say but feared about
The silence of the room that defeated her sound

She wasn't raped or abused only by the man whom she crowned
As the king of her life who buried alive in that ground

The next day people came to bow and murmur around
About rumours of their happiness and satisfaction that they found

They thought the king is the happiest and had a great bound but nobody knows what was beyond that compound

So, King smashed her hands as the sadness rewound
She ran in the room where the sadness, defeated her sound
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